who am i to you?
        cold wind stealing your breath?
am i someone new?
        standing face to face with death?

the tightness in your body as she stands against you covered in lace?
        the goosebumps after a fright lingers?
the way your hands begin trace?
        her eyes staring in a trance?
warm breath upon your face?
        the urge in a thunderstorm to dance?
or,
am i just a glance?
a glance you give yourself in the mirror before leaving for class,
a glance you give after a night of lust
a glance you give to a girl walking as you pass,
a glance down as the snow begins to gust,
a glance you gave me knowing it would be our last.

who am i to you?